Playing With Fire (Firehouse Fourteen Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
The crack of pool balls banging against each other echoed in the corner, followed by laughter and joking. Angie looked up from the cooler and glanced over at the small crowd, a frown on her face. Not everyone was laughing and joking. She twisted the top from the bottle then pushed it across the bar toward Jay. He smiled his thanks but it was nothing more than a flat lifting of his lips as he lifted the bottle to his mouth and took a long swallow. He didn't bother to move from the barstool, where he had been perched for the last hour. Angie glanced at the crutches propped next to him, then back over to the crowd in the corner where Jay's coworkers were gathered. Several of them were shooting pool, ribbing each other with each shot. A few others were huddled around one table, talking and joking. Everyone except her brother. Dave sat a few feet away, apart from everyone else, his chair tipped back against the wall.
What do You think about Playing With Fire (Firehouse Fourteen Book 2)?
